FIC: Remember (2b/?)
Name: Remember
Rating: R
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Buffy, Jack/Ianto, Buffy/Spike, Tosh/Adam, one-sided feelings Owen/Buffy, Faith, Owen, Xander, Anya, Gwen, Rhys, PC Andy. Referred to: Libby (OC), Martha.
Summary: Intermission, set between Magic and Mayhem and Vampires, Demons and Torchwood. Adam plays havoc with the combined Scoobies and Torchwood team. Contains parallels to TW: 2.05: Adam
Spoilers: Everything before Adam is fair game.
Warnings: Het, minor meaness to Ianto, murderer Ianto and his thoughts.
Beta/Punching Bag/Ass-Kicker: skullgirl013
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or Buffy ... I only own the ... large ... adjustments to this storyline! Some of the speech is taken straight from Adam.
Because I'm a very bad girl who has been indulging her trekkie-ness today and has been watching Deep Space 9 instead of writing you can have a chapter of this in case I don't get a chapter of V,D&T out, lol. Forgive me?
Chapters: Ch.1 Ch.2
Chapter 2b
15:27
“Anya! Are you alright?” Xander exclaimed, as soon as he’d gotten to his feet and helped Anya up from the floor.
She stared at him, almost blankly. “Yes ...” she said, weakly. “I’m fine ... it’s just ...”
“Just what?” Buffy asked, concernedly.
“Spike.” Buffy looked at her sharply for knowing the name. “I was watching and listening in to the CCTV,” she explained, quickly. “But ... if he’s a vampire. Without a soul. Why did he say ‘sorry’ when he bashed me?”
Buffy looked at Jack, then back. “I don't know,” she admitted. “But I plan to find out. Then stake him, like I should have done years ago.”
“Can I stake him too?” Xander requested, with a grin.
Buffy just smiled fondly at him, then turned to Tosh. “Can we get a good view through the internal scans? See what this ‘chip’ is he had?”
Tosh nodded. “I’m on it!”
“Xander, Anya, get out there and see if you can find him again,” she said. “Bring him back alive. I want to know why he’s acting like he is. And why he called me his girlfriend. He deserves a swift kick to the balls just for that. If the choice is getting hurt by him or withdrawing then withdraw. I don't want you hurt.”
She turned to look at Adam. “Can you use Tosh’s scans to see if you can find out how long he’s been in this universe? You found those, um ...”
“Particles,” Adam offered.
“Yes, those. You said they dissipated over time? You compared mine to Faith’s to a demon that had just come through ... see if you can find out how long he’s been here.”
“I’m on it,” Adam replied.
“I’ll help you,” Owen offered. Adam nodded gruffly at him and the two of them followed Tosh to her computer.
Buffy turned to Anya. “Why did you let him in?” she demanded.
“Hey! Don't get mad at her!” Xander retorted, jumping to the defence of his fiancé.
“I’m not,” Buffy said, with a sigh, holding up her hands in surrender. “I’m just wondering how he got in without being noticed.”
“I was in the bathroom,” Anya admitted. “I had one too many coffees this morning.”
Buffy sighed. “Alright,” she said. “Xander; go,” she insisted, then turned to Willow, beckoning her across. “I want you two to work shifts,” she said. “I don't want the tourist office unmanned at any time. I don't want him getting back in here.”
Willow nodded. “Will do,” she promised, then paused. “Hey ... Buffy ... you don't suppose he’ll threaten me with a broken bottle to the face again, do you?”
Buffy shook her head. “No,” she promised. “I won’t let him.” She closed her eyes. “I won’t let him hurt anyone again.”
As the human contents of the hub spread out to do their various jobs, Buffy turned to Jack, who was smirking. “I love it when you get all commanding,” he said, happily.
“Oh! I’m so sorry! I just totally hijacked your command moment,” she exclaimed.
“You’re second in command, you have the right,” Jack said, gently, opening his arms, which she gratefully stepped into, leaning her head against his chest.
“Can we go back to my place early?” she requested. “This whole Spike thing has me on edge, and I could do with some calming down.” She traced lazy circled on his chest with her fingers.
“Of course,” Jack said, kissing her hair.
“Coffee?”
He looked round to see Ianto stood there, two cups of coffee held out in Buffy and Jack’s respective mugs. “Thank you, Ianto,” he said, taking one of the mugs.
For a brief second, their fingers touched - only for a moment - and Jack felt a surge of familiarity go through him. He took the mug and pulled Buffy in closer to him as she took her own mug.
Neither missed the look of anger and resentment that flashed across Ianto’s face when he looked at her, but before either could comment, he was gone, heading across the hub towards the vaults.
16:01
Spike was confused, angry, hurt, jealous, disgusted and, finally, determined not to cry. Unlike the last times he’d lost the woman he loved.
But this was worse somehow. He hadn’t just lost her, she’d been stolen from him against her will. His mind filled with images of her in Jack’s arms.
It didn’t look like it was against her will, though.
He screwed his eyes up and leant further down towards the bar he was sat at, trying to work out what was going on. He wasn’t the sharpest stake in the bag, everyone knew that, but he did have a brain. He could think up very good plans (even though Buffy always saw through and beat them) and he had taken out two slayers in his time, a fact which had begun to mean less to him since he’d fallen for Buffy.
Damn it.
He drank the shot of bourbon the bartender had given him and called for another, pulling money from his pocket. He wondered what he’d do without his Torchwood pay check. How would he buy blood? Steal, he supposed, again ... but then he’d be noticed and, eventually, found by Buffy and the others.
He felt like banging his skull against the bar, hard, and hoping he’d wake from this bloody nightmare.
“Think, Spike,” he muttered. He’d been around the Torchwood team long enough, and the scoobies longer ... so why couldn’t he think like them? He thought back to when he’d bolted into the tourist office. He’d put his blanket down and noticed there was no Anya. That wasn’t anything big. He’d hit the button, walked down the corridor into the hub and immediately had an attempt on his unlife.
Why?!
He drank the next shot of bourbon and waved, yet again, for another one. He needed to get drunk. Really drunk. But if he got drunk, how would he work out what was happening at Torchwood?
He pinched the bridge of his nose trying to think round the dilemma. He could get drunk then sober tomorrow and work this out. With a hangover.
Nope, that wasn’t going to work.
He pushed away the latest shot and asked for water.
Hey, maybe if he drank a lot of water, like Jack bloody Harkness, Buffy would like him again.
He scoffed. He wasn’t going to become like Jack for anyone. Even her.
Not like it would matter.
He leant forward and allowed his head to bang against the bar. Then stayed there, eyes closed, nose pressed against the wood. “Think, Spike,” he repeated, angrily. “Use that brain ...”
His head shot up and he sat up straight in his chair. He’d missed the one link. The one thing different in the whole of Torchwood.
Adam.
That was it! He was the key. Now, the question was ...
“Is he a demon or an alien?” Spike muttered.
“Say what, mate?”
Spike looked round at the guy sat next to him, beer in hand, staring at him, drunkenly. Spike sighed; he’d been corrupted. The man no longer looked like a happy meal on legs. Now Spike actually wanted to help him get home safely.
He pushed against the bar and stood up, disgusted with himself, but determined.
Spike was going to get his girlfriend and team back.
Even if it dusted him.
Next: Chapter 3a
Rating: R
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Buffy, Jack/Ianto, Buffy/Spike, Tosh/Adam, one-sided feelings Owen/Buffy, Faith, Owen, Xander, Anya, Gwen, Rhys, PC Andy. Referred to: Libby (OC), Martha.
Summary: Intermission, set between Magic and Mayhem and Vampires, Demons and Torchwood. Adam plays havoc with the combined Scoobies and Torchwood team. Contains parallels to TW: 2.05: Adam
Spoilers: Everything before Adam is fair game.
Warnings: Het, minor meaness to Ianto, murderer Ianto and his thoughts.
Beta/Punching Bag/Ass-Kicker: skullgirl013
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or Buffy ... I only own the ... large ... adjustments to this storyline! Some of the speech is taken straight from Adam.
Because I'm a very bad girl who has been indulging her trekkie-ness today and has been watching Deep Space 9 instead of writing you can have a chapter of this in case I don't get a chapter of V,D&T out, lol. Forgive me?
Chapters: Ch.1 Ch.2
Chapter 2b
15:27
“Anya! Are you alright?” Xander exclaimed, as soon as he’d gotten to his feet and helped Anya up from the floor.
She stared at him, almost blankly. “Yes ...” she said, weakly. “I’m fine ... it’s just ...”
“Just what?” Buffy asked, concernedly.
“Spike.” Buffy looked at her sharply for knowing the name. “I was watching and listening in to the CCTV,” she explained, quickly. “But ... if he’s a vampire. Without a soul. Why did he say ‘sorry’ when he bashed me?”
Buffy looked at Jack, then back. “I don't know,” she admitted. “But I plan to find out. Then stake him, like I should have done years ago.”
“Can I stake him too?” Xander requested, with a grin.
Buffy just smiled fondly at him, then turned to Tosh. “Can we get a good view through the internal scans? See what this ‘chip’ is he had?”
Tosh nodded. “I’m on it!”
“Xander, Anya, get out there and see if you can find him again,” she said. “Bring him back alive. I want to know why he’s acting like he is. And why he called me his girlfriend. He deserves a swift kick to the balls just for that. If the choice is getting hurt by him or withdrawing then withdraw. I don't want you hurt.”
She turned to look at Adam. “Can you use Tosh’s scans to see if you can find out how long he’s been in this universe? You found those, um ...”
“Particles,” Adam offered.
“Yes, those. You said they dissipated over time? You compared mine to Faith’s to a demon that had just come through ... see if you can find out how long he’s been here.”
“I’m on it,” Adam replied.
“I’ll help you,” Owen offered. Adam nodded gruffly at him and the two of them followed Tosh to her computer.
Buffy turned to Anya. “Why did you let him in?” she demanded.
“Hey! Don't get mad at her!” Xander retorted, jumping to the defence of his fiancé.
“I’m not,” Buffy said, with a sigh, holding up her hands in surrender. “I’m just wondering how he got in without being noticed.”
“I was in the bathroom,” Anya admitted. “I had one too many coffees this morning.”
Buffy sighed. “Alright,” she said. “Xander; go,” she insisted, then turned to Willow, beckoning her across. “I want you two to work shifts,” she said. “I don't want the tourist office unmanned at any time. I don't want him getting back in here.”
Willow nodded. “Will do,” she promised, then paused. “Hey ... Buffy ... you don't suppose he’ll threaten me with a broken bottle to the face again, do you?”
Buffy shook her head. “No,” she promised. “I won’t let him.” She closed her eyes. “I won’t let him hurt anyone again.”
As the human contents of the hub spread out to do their various jobs, Buffy turned to Jack, who was smirking. “I love it when you get all commanding,” he said, happily.
“Oh! I’m so sorry! I just totally hijacked your command moment,” she exclaimed.
“You’re second in command, you have the right,” Jack said, gently, opening his arms, which she gratefully stepped into, leaning her head against his chest.
“Can we go back to my place early?” she requested. “This whole Spike thing has me on edge, and I could do with some calming down.” She traced lazy circled on his chest with her fingers.
“Of course,” Jack said, kissing her hair.
“Coffee?”
He looked round to see Ianto stood there, two cups of coffee held out in Buffy and Jack’s respective mugs. “Thank you, Ianto,” he said, taking one of the mugs.
For a brief second, their fingers touched - only for a moment - and Jack felt a surge of familiarity go through him. He took the mug and pulled Buffy in closer to him as she took her own mug.
Neither missed the look of anger and resentment that flashed across Ianto’s face when he looked at her, but before either could comment, he was gone, heading across the hub towards the vaults.
16:01
Spike was confused, angry, hurt, jealous, disgusted and, finally, determined not to cry. Unlike the last times he’d lost the woman he loved.
But this was worse somehow. He hadn’t just lost her, she’d been stolen from him against her will. His mind filled with images of her in Jack’s arms.
It didn’t look like it was against her will, though.
He screwed his eyes up and leant further down towards the bar he was sat at, trying to work out what was going on. He wasn’t the sharpest stake in the bag, everyone knew that, but he did have a brain. He could think up very good plans (even though Buffy always saw through and beat them) and he had taken out two slayers in his time, a fact which had begun to mean less to him since he’d fallen for Buffy.
Damn it.
He drank the shot of bourbon the bartender had given him and called for another, pulling money from his pocket. He wondered what he’d do without his Torchwood pay check. How would he buy blood? Steal, he supposed, again ... but then he’d be noticed and, eventually, found by Buffy and the others.
He felt like banging his skull against the bar, hard, and hoping he’d wake from this bloody nightmare.
“Think, Spike,” he muttered. He’d been around the Torchwood team long enough, and the scoobies longer ... so why couldn’t he think like them? He thought back to when he’d bolted into the tourist office. He’d put his blanket down and noticed there was no Anya. That wasn’t anything big. He’d hit the button, walked down the corridor into the hub and immediately had an attempt on his unlife.
Why?!
He drank the next shot of bourbon and waved, yet again, for another one. He needed to get drunk. Really drunk. But if he got drunk, how would he work out what was happening at Torchwood?
He pinched the bridge of his nose trying to think round the dilemma. He could get drunk then sober tomorrow and work this out. With a hangover.
Nope, that wasn’t going to work.
He pushed away the latest shot and asked for water.
Hey, maybe if he drank a lot of water, like Jack bloody Harkness, Buffy would like him again.
He scoffed. He wasn’t going to become like Jack for anyone. Even her.
Not like it would matter.
He leant forward and allowed his head to bang against the bar. Then stayed there, eyes closed, nose pressed against the wood. “Think, Spike,” he repeated, angrily. “Use that brain ...”
His head shot up and he sat up straight in his chair. He’d missed the one link. The one thing different in the whole of Torchwood.
Adam.
That was it! He was the key. Now, the question was ...
“Is he a demon or an alien?” Spike muttered.
“Say what, mate?”
Spike looked round at the guy sat next to him, beer in hand, staring at him, drunkenly. Spike sighed; he’d been corrupted. The man no longer looked like a happy meal on legs. Now Spike actually wanted to help him get home safely.
He pushed against the bar and stood up, disgusted with himself, but determined.
Spike was going to get his girlfriend and team back.
Even if it dusted him.
Next: Chapter 3a